I don't think
you
will ever
read this
but to the woman
whose face
and name
and price
I had happily
forgotten
all about
Now
that I was so
kindly reminded
I wish I had
only
remembered
enough fragments
to start this
poem
A woman drove me
to drinking
You made me
stop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess the right ones have the power to bring out the best in us, and the wrong ones the worst! Or is that just rationalization?